THE LAST DAY OF MY LIFE


The window was wide open
I could see the snow falling , so calm and placid
Shivering my body , without hesitating
Resting on my bed
And a heavy blanket on my back
I could see my dogs in chaos or anxiety
They were just sniffing and sniffing
Even hollering sometime
Some scratched and some shed tears in front of my eyes
I was feeling the cold filling every gap of my life
There wasn't any moon to say good-bye
Melancholy came, came to rub my thighs
I could embrace the shadow the only friend of mine
I started dreaming and counted every sin of my life
My heart was beating
But its amplitude , get reduced just like a rhyme
Slowly and Slowly but I was ready to depart any time
My visibility was decreasing and at last I closed my eyes
No one to whip or no one to cry
And I'll accept it , as it was the part of my life
I was drowning and drowning
And at last I saw the last day of my life
        
The autumn arrived
And all the leaves got scattered for a while
Reminding me those prosperous times
Even after being dead
I was still alive

 

BY - KSHITIJ SINHA

9/1/2014

                                                                     

Comments

  1. Oindrila Majumdar15 September 2016 at 14:23

    it is good, but needs a bit of editing. but it is good. i hope to see some more of your work. !!!!

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